Half-Monster
Caleb says as he pulls up beside me outside of the motel.
Cops surround it to make sure what is left of Virginia’s tourists feel safe.
Rounders has just become a boardwalk of debauchery and sin. Let’s face it, though, sex and drugs are what attract most to Rounders. Many things change, but sex will always be a high seller. “Look locals,” a woman yells, pointing at us. Her teeth are a deep yellow, and her skin appears orange.
A camera appears, and I scowl at it. “We’re locals?” I whisper, turning to Caleb. He shrugs and just heads towards the motel. I think about breaking the camera, but that would only draw more attention to ourselves.
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